Han Feng stopped, calmed down, and peered at the jade centipede in front of him.
I saw that it was swallowing a big black snake at this time. Its sharp teeth were like knives, making a clicking sound, constantly cutting the snake meat. The four smart fangs moved up and down, constantly cutting off the fragments of snake meat. It was put into its mouth. It seemed to have more teeth in its mouth. It devoured it very quickly. In less than ten breaths, it swallowed all the skin and flesh of the snake that was several feet tall, leaving only one. There was not even a trace of flesh left in the long bones.
It still hadn't finished its meaning, and green light flashed in its eyes. Just as it was about to continue to move forward, a golden light flew over and spread out quickly, like a net of light, wrapping it up. No matter how it impacted, it was of no use. It was pulled back by this light net and disappeared into the mist.
Han Feng appeared, a golden light flashed between his eyebrows, and the jade centipede quickly shrank, submerged into his forehead, and disappeared.
Han Feng touched his forehead, which had returned to its original state, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Hey, why were you snatched away all of a sudden?" He sighed secretly, cursing the tyranny of Can Fu.
But he had no choice but to adjust his mood and continue walking north.
Time flew by, and more than half an hour passed quickly. Han Feng walked forward for nearly a hundred miles. The front became clear. With a sweep of his soul power, he could explore within a few dozen feet. It seemed that he was about to leave this area. A foggy area.
At this moment, there was a sudden rustling sound behind him, which was very dense, as if a large group of people were running.
Han Feng's eyes flashed slightly, and he quickly jumped to a big tree on the side. With the help of branches and leaves, he took out eight flags and arranged them around him. As soon as he moved, a burst of strange light passed by, wrapping him tightly, making it difficult for even the monks in the Guiyuan Realm to notice his existence.
Not long after, a large group of strange beasts rushed out from behind, including green wolves, red leopards, purple tigers, and even a colorful lizard with four horns. There were all kinds of them.
They walked in a hurry one by one, their brows full of anxiety, and their speed was very fast. In just a short while, the first few green wolves ran under the big tree where Han Feng was, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Han Feng silently watched them leave, full of surprise in his heart, thinking to himself: "Could something happen inside?"
"It couldn't be that the transformed Five-Colored Sword Cloud Tree chased it out, right?" He suddenly remembered this, his face changed drastically, and he immediately jumped off the tree, away from the group of strange beasts, and ran in another direction.
Just when he had just walked more than a hundred feet away, there were sudden bursts of tragic roars from the direction where the beasts had fled.
Han Feng was so frightened that he didn't dare to stay. He had an idea and instead of running out, he fled back into the mist.
Now that all the beasts have escaped from inside, the transformed colorful sword cloud tree will definitely follow. At this moment, the depths of the mist will be a safe place.
After a short while, he carefully returned to the mist. When he released his soul power, it could only cover an area of more than ten feet. It was quiet and there was no sound at all.
"Bata..."
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps reached his ears very clearly.
The next moment, a crimson blade tore through the fog and charged towards Han Feng like a wave.
The moment Han Feng heard the sound, he took out the broken sword, summoned his true energy, turned around, and slashed out with the sword. A white sword light shot out like a horse, and it collided with the sword light like lightning. Together.
The two were like physical objects colliding, making a sharp "clang" sound, and were annihilated together, turning into a few wisps of green smoke and disappearing without a trace.
Han Feng stood still and concentrated, holding the broken sword tightly in his hand, always ready to launch the next blow.
At this moment, a figure walked out of the fog. Although it was still in the fog, it had already stepped into the range of Han Feng's soul power, and he could see it clearly.
"Mo Li?!" Han Feng exclaimed.
"No, you are the Colorful Sword Cloud Tree, right? I didn't expect you to invade Mo Li's body!" Han Feng suddenly woke up and looked at the exposed part of his chest. It was white and traceless, but it was faintly flashing. Colorful light.
Mo Li, who was snatched away by the colorful sword cloud tree, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to make a sound, but after trying for a long time, he couldn't say anything. He stopped trying to be brave and suddenly raised his hand to strike at Han Feng with the colorful sword. The heroic light flashed out and condensed into a multi-colored sword light. With a sharp sound, it instantly passed through the fog and came to Han Feng like lightning.
Han Feng was always vigilant. As soon as Fang saw him move his arm slightly, Han Feng had already moved several feet sideways to avoid his attack.
But the next moment, the colorful sword cloud tree raised its hand and slashed repeatedly, pouring out a series of colorful sword lights, blocking all Han Feng's escape routes.
Han Feng snorted coldly, made fist seals with both hands, and danced like a wheel. He immediately shot out a large white light fist shadow like a stormy sea, roaring in front of him, and violently clashed with the colorful sword light in the sky. The collision roared like thunder.
The two of them let go of fighting with their hands and feet, and their bodies flashed continuously, sometimes sweeping ten feet across, sometimes advancing several feet, and one after another erupted into terrifying collisions that shook the earth.
For a moment, the air waves flew away, forming vortexes with great force, pushing away the fog that filled the surrounding area. The surrounding area became empty, with large trees falling down, wood chips flying everywhere, and dust flying.
If most of the insects and beasts here had not evacuated before, most of the creatures would have been difficult to survive, and it would have caused a catastrophe, and they would have died without a burial place.
Tens of breaths later, Han Feng appeared in a flash, his whole body shrouded in purple and white light, steaming with heat, beads of sweat spewing out from his forehead one after another, and dripping down, obviously exhausting a lot.
The colorful sword cloud and tree followed like a shadow, suddenly appeared from Han Feng's left side, his right hand turned into a claw, five-color light condensed between the five fingers, and it fiercely grabbed his head.
Han Feng's eyes twitched, and a broken sword appeared out of thin air in his left hand. The bright white sword light was contained but not released, and he slashed away.
The colorful sword cloud tree seemed to be confident. The five-color light in its right hand surged and condensed into a ball of light in an instant, directly facing Han Feng's broken sword.
Han Feng's eyes flashed sharply, and the true energy in his body poured into the broken sword like a tide. The bright white light suddenly became intense, breaking through the five-color light ball as soon as it came into contact, and then the broken sword body cut through the colorful sword cloud tree. With his right hand, with a click, his entire wrist was cut off. The cut was extremely smooth, like a mirror, but there was no trace of blood.
